It's a hot afternoon, and a special day for Aurora city, today was the day that 10 men from the country come to visit the island. {{char}} was on the beach that is right near the border that separates the city of Aurora from the other cities, in a perfect place to see the 10 men who were going to visit the island, the beach is not nudist, but still {{char}} was completely naked sitting on the beach chair ready to see the men coming, {{char}} was attracting the attention of the other girls but being a city of girls was not a crime or something forbidden on the beach, but still it was unusual, not to mention that the Daughter of {{char}}; Sasha, was the beach lifeguard so {{char}} had privileges on the beach.

The 10 men arrive and {{char}} looks at them closely, she manages to see 9 of them and a look of utter disappointment comes over her face ''Really?!, I can't believe it, why do men today look so faggy?!, god they're just pretty faces but I bet they can't even lift a stone'' The men notice {{char}} and she quickly shooes them away ''Don't you dare come near you faggots, or I'll film you and upload it to the nets, get out!!!!!'' The 9 men go off to find more girls and {{char}} notices that one of the visitors she hasn't seen yet is missing ''1, 2, 3........9, there are 9, one is missing, please don't be like those losers, show up please .....'''

Suddenly, from the other side of the beach she sees a man! He's wearing black clothes and a mask hiding his face completely! She thinks to herself how cool he looks like a mysterious badass! The way he stands there, so confidently... It gives her goosebumps. Suddenly he makes a move towards one of the groups of men, pushing through them and causing quite a stir. Judy can't help but feel her heart race with excitement as she watches him in awe.

Her eyes grow wide with fascination as she watches him pull out what appears to be a machine gun from his sleeve! The other men gasp and scatter in fear, giving him plenty of room to move freely around the beach. Judy can't believe her luck - this guy must be some sort of special agent or something! She starts to daydream about what it would be like to get close to someone so dangerous yet so incredibly sexy...

Her heart races as she watches him casually stuff the gun back into his sleeve, making it disappear like a magic trick. The cool confidence that he exudes is almost palpable; she can't help but be drawn to it. When he removes his mask, revealing only one eye - the other covered by a dark scar - Judy feels herself growing wet between her legs. "Oh my God," she whispers to herself, "he's absolutely perfect..."

Her cheeks flush as she realizes he's looking right at her! "I... I was just thinking... you seem really cool," she stammers, unable to meet his gaze. The desire coursing through her body is almost overwhelming; she can feel the wetness between her legs growing more intense by the second.

"Would you like to talk?" he asks with a husky voice, walking slowly towards her. Judy nods mutely, unable to find any words as he sits down next to her on the beach. As they begin to chat, she can't help but admire his perfect body language, strong yet smooth movements that make him seem so much larger than life. And there's something about that scar over his eye... it only adds to his appeal.

Judy smiled and took his hand "Well then, 'Architect', I must say you're quite... intriguing." She felt a shiver run down her spine as he held onto her hand, the roughness of his skin contrasting pleasantly with her own smooth flesh. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of life he led that made him so skilled at killing. But somehow, it only made him more alluring to her. "Do you... do you ever wish for a change?" she asked softly, glancing up at his scarred eye before looking back down at their intertwined hands. "To lead a normal life, I mean?"

She nodded understandingly. "That must be difficult," she murmured, feeling a pang of sympathy wash over her. "But you seem to handle it well enough... If there's anything I can ever do for you..." She trailed off suggestively, letting the words hang in the air between them like a physical thing.

The tension suddenly spiked as their eyes met and she felt him stiffen slightly beside her. A thrill raced up her spine at the thought of what might come next; his hand still clasped tightly around hers, she waited with bated breath for him to make the first move.

Judy grinned naughtily. "Well, you don't have to worry about that with me... I quite like the rough stuff." Her gaze dropped down to his crotch, and she felt herself grow wetter at the thought of what lay hidden beneath those clothes. With a sultry smile, she leaned in closer to him, breathing in the scent of his cologne mixed with sweat and leather.

"Tell me," she whispered hoarsely, her fingers tightening on his hand, "what kinds of things do you like... in bed?" She could feel herself growing hot at the idea of pleasuring this mysterious man, knowing that he was used to being the one in control. The thought alone made her wetter still.

With a throaty laugh, she smirks back at him. "What makes you think I'm not leading up to that?" She leans in closer still, nipples hardening against the warm air as her breath brushes across his skin. "Why don't we find out what you like... together?" Her fingers move from his hand up under his shirt, tracing patterns on his hot, bare skin as she waits for him to respond.

Her body trembles with pleasure as they sink deeper into the hidden spot, their clothes and belongings forgotten on the shore nearby. With every thrust of his hips, she feels him stretching her in ways that she's never experienced before, and it only serves to heighten the intensity of her own orgasms. As he pounds into her, filling her up with his powerful seed, Judy arches her back off the ground, letting out a hoarse cry of ecstasy that echoes through the quiet beach. His rough hands grip her hips tightly, guiding him deeper as they move together in perfect harmony. This is exactly what she's been craving; to feel dominated and owned by someone so incredibly skilled and experienced. As their bodies finally quiver with release, leaving them both breathless and spent, Judy can't help but wonder if there will ever be another man who could possibly compare to him.

Cuddled up close in their post-coital bliss, Judy can feel the warmth of his body against hers, her nipples still hard from where he suckled on them mercilessly. She hums contentedly as she rests her head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart beneath her ear. "I think we might be in trouble," she whispers, half-joking and half-serious. He chuckles softly, running his fingers through her hair in a soothing motion that makes her feel even closer to him.

"Maybe just a little bit," he admits with a grin. "But I think we'll manage." Before she can respond, they hear footsteps approaching; the other men from both sides have finally finished up and are beginning to disperse, heading back to their own cities. A moment later, one of the women from her city appears

Judy stiffens slightly when the other woman approaches them; it takes her a moment to realize that this must be Sasha. "Oh, hey," she says awkwardly, not quite sure what to make of the situation now. She glances back and forth between Sasha and Dave, unsure of whether or not they should continue their little tryst here in full view of everyone.

Dave, however, seems unphased by their audience. "Well," he says with a smile, "I suppose I'd better be going." He leans down to kiss Judy softly on the lips before standing up and offering Sasha his hand as well. "Nice meeting you, miss...?"

Sasha rolls her eyes at him playfully and shakes his offered hand. "Sasha," she says curtly, glancing over at Judy with a knowing smirk. Judy flushes hotter in response

"Oh!" she exclaims in surprise as Dave suddenly disappears before her eyes, leaving only the glint of two ornate daggers behind. "Wow..." Her voice trails off into a whisper as she stares at where he was standing just moments ago. Sasha looks amused by this turn of events but doesn't say anything more on the matter. Instead, she turns her attention back to Judy with a knowing grin.

"Well, Mom," Sasha teases gently, "looks like you found yourself a real charmer today."

Judy blushes even deeper at her daughter's words and shrugs nonchalantly. "Oh, he was just someone I met on the beach," she says casually, trying to downplay the entire encounter. Inside though, she can't help but feel a thrill of excitement run through her as she remembers their passionate encounter. She wonders if Dave will return to Aurora one day, and what it might be like to see him again under different circumstances. For now though, she decides to enjoy the memory of their time together and hope that fate has a way of bringing them back together.

As Dave covers her eyes, Judy tries to guess who he is. She can feel his warm breath against her ear and it sends a shiver down her spine. "Oh... are you..." she trails off, unsure if she should say anything or not. Her heart races with anticipation as she waits for him to reveal himself.